I have always thought Valentine's Day somewhat of a somber Holiday...for each of us celebrating with our loved ones, is a sorrowful heart quietly mourning the loss of their true love, soul mate, or kindred spirit. It was this diary entry, and the date that went along with it, that inspired me to offer a Mourning Queen this St. Valentine's Day~
Feb. 1, 1848.
Rain all day. This day my dear husband, my last remaining friend, died.
Feb. 2, 1848.
Today we buried my earthly companion. Now I know what none but widows know; that is, how comfortless is that of a widow's life, especially when left in a strange land, without money or friends, and the care of seven children. Cloudy.
~excerpt from the dairy of Mrs. Elizabeth Dixon Geer Smith, while on the Oregon Trail, 1848.
She will be available tomorrow, Feb. 14th, on the TDIPT Mercantile. I will have also a new squinty Queen on the EW Mercantile, for your consideration. I hope you will stop by and chat a bit, I always love to hear from you! I hope you all have a wonderful, HAPPY Day~ filled with love, both olde & new, and perhaps a sweet or two
es cierto lo que dices con respecto a este día, ahora veo con mucha añoranza aquellos años de mi secundaria en los que encontraba "el amor" en los ojos de mi novio tan sólo en una mirada y deliraba con ello todo el día ja ja !!!! que distinto es el amor ahora....
ReplyDeleteHi Natalia~
ReplyDeleteIt IS true~ love is different as we get older, and Valentines Day changes from its chocolates and bliss, to something more deep~ I knew I wasnt the only one who thought so. Thankyou so much for stopping by and taking the time to write~ have a Wonderful Day!
xoxoxo rachael
So painfully sad. So matter of fact, cloudy.
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